upon telephones and repeating blanket wallpaper patterns of an iris blooming

I think the highlight of this for me was the glockenspiel rocks. Subtle imagery which to me, suggested that much like musical notation, there is a hidden order to the tune of nature. I like how this brave attempt at rationalisation transcends into an attempt to explain a relationship. Really enjoyed that thought. It seemed very brave.

The last stanza is very melodious in its grief and I think it finished this piece very well. The melancholy flowing through this piece is aching and beautiful to witness.

Thank you for sharing.

-M

Thank you so much Miss Sub. yes I am glad you saw that as I felt strongly during the conversation we were trying to hit the right notes to move forward, sometimes hitting the glockenspiel with wrenches and hammers as a lot of men can.

Really really appreciate your comment, thank you again.

Naaah! you're miles off LOL. What the hell, i am going to make some Youtube courses for you HF with Bob Ross explaining everything.

Actually, I prefer your interpretation to my own. I am glad at least you could read something from it.

You are absolutely right about just listening, and of course again it means a lot to me that you liked this.

Thanks again

it's a rare thing to read a spill about
men allowing their thoughts and feelings to surface in front of another man

refreshing spill
So expertly structured, worded, delivered

Thank you so much Tallen, again it means a lot that you liked this.

Thanks also for the complement on the structure as its something I have been mindful to improve.

very heartening to hear this, thanks.

For me this captures a real feel of the deal of men's fix-it mindset in the midst of emotional turmoil - intellect, instinct, intuition, will, soul ... all in strong play. Nice work.

Thank you so much Josh, so very honored and appreciated.

I have been reading a lot of your work recently which I mean to comment on as I respond to it very much.

I wish you all the best.

Beautiful write

Thank you very much jaspersilence.

Much appreciated.

Agree with comments above. The line - 'and as men we talk amidst ourselves' - is fulcrum for me. I was raised & bruised in town where poetry was viewed with same disdain nominally reserved for serial killers.
Aren't we all metrosexual these days? I wouldn't know 1 if he punched me at the bar. Entering that stage of life where couples, who were seemingly meant to be together forever, are drifting apart. Sad to witness. Even tougher to try and fix the breakages - like instructing blind man to complete jigsaw in dark.      

after 16yrs away from my home town, a similar town i imagine in the north, i came back not wanting to dwell on any of that, people i actually like hanging on for dear life onto unrecognizable unreal things.

"Aren't we all metrosexual these days? I wouldn't know 1 if he punched me at the bar." ....that made me laugh. ffs.

thanks for your comment TLM, i agree with all you say.

ohhh  how did i miss this??!!  
I was so sure i was up to date with your publishings but apparently i lagged behind.  This blew me away, like inheritance of loss, of relationships and friendships that outlive human catastrophes, scares and tragedies.    The sadness in your lines just bleeds with focusing in and out.  Amazing write!

wow thank you again and of course super honored. Your insight in your comments blow me away too.  

and do not worry i am weeks behind in catching up.

very appreciated, thanks.

Beautiful.